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I’m obsessed with *The White Ribbon*—that flick’s dark as hell. “The hand that strikes must punish!” rings in my head while I’m sippin’ coffee, starin’ at this clown’s file. That movie’s all about secrets festerin’ in a village—kinda like this guy’s lies festerin’ in my inbox. I’m pissed, yo! People think they can scam me? Nah, son, I’m too sharp! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Unleash the power within!”—and bam, I spot a receipt he forgot to shred. Dumbass left a paper trail to a motel known for “hourly rates.” Busted!

Massachusetts Appeals Court Upholds Conviction Against Woburn Pimp

As a women’s counselor, I always notice the little details. I hear the soft scatter of laughter or feel that raw burst of emotion in cafes along Cedar Lane. Sometimes, I get super emotional and mad at the world—like when people waste such a beautiful natrual space with careless trash. Ain’t that crazy? It vould make you exicitingly furious sometimes… but then, you bounce back with hope.

The toughest seat in town? It’s at a Woburn pizzeria.